Beneath a Hot Tequila Sun by Catelyn Cash Read Free Book Online Page A

thought she was hot? Kayla couldn’t help being pleased, but she refused to show it. “And if I hadn’t been hot?”
    “I’d have left Seth here and gone looking for the beer.”
    Seth snorted. “You? Hiking through the jungle in a storm, carrying beer and snacks?”
    “You got snacks?”
    “Had to beat the monkeys off with a stick, but yeah,” he said smugly.
    “Where are they?”
    “I dropped them outside when I thought you were being tortured.”
    “I suppose you want me to get them?”
    “I’ll get wet. Whereas you have no clothes on.”
    “Neither do you.” But Jake went out, came back in with a canvas knapsack, and began to hand out trail mix, energy bars, and melted chocolate, his ripped body glistening with raindrops.
    Kayla had been following their exchange like a game of table tennis. Now she gave up. “I’m going to pretend this is normal and we’re sitting in a pub, okay?” She helped herself to a bottle of beer and perched primly on one of the altars, tucking her shirt between her thighs, though she suspected she had little modesty left to preserve.
    “Which pub?” Seth asked.
    “Does it matter?”
    “Some pubs, I’d feel a bit odd naked,” he told her.
    “Some pubs?”
    “In Britain, probably most of them. Him”—he jerked his head at Jake—“he’s from California. I’m sure they have naked pubs there.”
    “You have a bizarre idea of California.” Jake shook his head.
    “I’ve seen it on TV,” said Seth. “All those beautiful people. Stands to reason they’d be naked every chance they got.”
    Jake appealed to Kayla. “You can see why I sent him away. Would I have had any chance with you if he’d been here?”
    “He certainly talks more than you do,” she said.
    “Too much?” asked Seth. “If I promise to shut up, will you suck my dick?”
    Jake sighed. “He has the social graces of a Labrador humping your leg.”
    “Social graces?” Seth grumbled. “You didn’t even tell her your name before sticking it to her.”
    Kayla choked on a mouthful of beer. “I’m a little uncomfortable with this conversation.”
    “Come and sit on my lap,” said Seth. “It’s very comfortable.”
    She shook her head, but by now she was hiding a smile. “I’m not falling for that.”
    “You fell for him and the suntan lotion.”
    Her eyes widened. He’d said he’d only arrived at the end. “How could you possibly know that?”
    “A good guess,” Seth said drily, and for the first time she noticed the keen intelligence in his dark eyes. “Apart from anything else, I can smell it on the pair of you.” He took a swig of beer and looked around sadly. “I’m the only one in here who hasn’t been laid. I swear, these people all think I’m a wuss.”
    Kayla too looked at the writhing bodies. “What is this place?” she asked Jake.
    “Best we can tell, it’s a celebration of fertility. See here?” He pointed to a stone panel on one wall, carved and painted with hieroglyphic text. “This is written in no language we’ve ever seen before, but it seems to suggest that the women were cast out by their husbands, most likely because they were barren. Normally women in that position would have faced a pretty bleak future, but these were lucky. We believe the women were brought to the pyramid along with the region’s finest warriors. Everyone then proceeded to fuck themselves senseless for one lunar cycle. If just one previously ‘infertile’ woman conceived, the baby was considered the ultimate blessing, and its birth ensured the survival not only of the community, but the entire world.”
    “What if none of the women got pregnant?” Kayla asked.
    Jake shrugged. “Since the world’s still here, we can assume at least one of these guys knocked up at least one of the women—easily possible if the husband’s swimmers were at fault. They seem to have believed that a baby conceived during that sacred time would inherit the attributes of every sexual partner the woman